Thursday, 1 October 2020
Sunday, 27 September 2020
OUT NOW IN AUDIO—Multi-Orgasmic Vol 3 by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) and Narrated by Frankie Holland (@voiceoffholland) #erotica #audio #audiobooks #audible
Love erotic short stories? Then check out this third collection of sexy short fiction from the pen of award-winning erotica author Lucy Felthouse.
Felthouse is back with a third volume of her popular short stories. Heating you up this time are tales of tattooed bad boys, unusual bondage, female domination, women taking matters into their own hands, outdoor encounters with strangers, indoor encounters with husbands, spanking, and even a Valentine’s Day surprise.
Enjoy sixteen titillating tales, over 54,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.
Please note: The stories in this book have been previously published in anthologies, as standalones, and online, but have been re-edited and updated for this book.
Passing Out Passion
As we filed into the mess, I glanced to my left and caught my mother’s eye. We shared a smile. From my other side, my dad grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before letting go. It had been a tough twelve weeks, but now my younger brother Shane had successfully completed his basic training for the British Army, we were overwhelmed with pride. We’d just watched him and his colleagues at their passing out parade, complete with the pomp and ceremony Brits are famous for, and were heading indoors for some food, drink and celebrations.
I could hardly wait to see Shane and tell him how proud of him I was, but I knew that the recruits had some stuff they had to do before they could head into the mess and be with us. Hopefully they wouldn’t take too long.
Throughout the parade, I’d barely taken my eyes off the spectacle before me. The band and the recruits had mesmerised me with their well rehearsed routines, and when I’d finally spotted Shane, I’d welled up. My little brother. Though, of course, he’s not all that little. He’s four years younger than me, yet when we stand side by side I barely come up to his shoulder.
Now, though, I looked around at the other families and friends who’d also come to celebrate their loved one’s achievement. There were lots of hugging women, and men shaking hands and slapping backs. There were people closer to my age, too, the brothers and sisters of the recruits, and also girlfriends and boyfriends.
My mother’s voice tugged me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face her with a smile.
“Come on, sweetheart, your father’s gone over there to get us a table.”
I fell into step behind her as she walked towards the table she’d indicated. But the room was filling rapidly, and I quickly lost her in the squeeze of bodies.
I wasn’t concerned. I continued to slip between people with a polite smile and the occasional “excuse me” if they hadn’t seen me. Soon, though, I got to a group of people so tightly packed together and laughing so raucously that I was going to have to resort to shoulder tapping, I just knew it.
After my increasingly loud pleas went unheard, I reached up to tap one of the group on the shoulder. The guy spun round faster than I’d expected, almost knocking me over in the process. He reached out and grabbed my elbow to steady me, then our eyes met and a gasp escaped my mouth before I could stop it. He was obviously just as surprised as I, as his blue eyes widened and his grip on my arm tightened. My resultant frown obviously made him realise what he was doing, as he let go of me and finally opened his mouth.
“Hey!” His previous shock forgotten, his face transformed from surprised to delighted. “What are you doing here?”
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter
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Friday, 25 September 2020
I'm so excited to announce that RIDING WITH WARRIORS Book One is now live, go, run, grab your copy before the price goes up - currently only 0.99
Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found.
Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.
She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.
And then she meets his warrior friends!
Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation?
Sunday, 20 September 2020
BOOK ONE - special pre-order price of 0.99
Saturday, 19 September 2020
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, you know I like to take you globe-trotting, last week was Africa and this week we're heading to the Scottish Highlands with OWNED BY THE HIGHLANDERS. Enjoy!
Monday, 14 September 2020
RIDING WITH WARRIORS - MEET MAHPEE, HINTO and YAS #reverseharem #historicalromance #whychoose #romance
RIDING WITH WARRIORS is coming very soon (25th of Sept) here a snippet to whet your appetite.
Once again, Alice followed Mahpee along the track.
He stopped twice, to point out moose track—huge teardrop-shaped prints—and wolf dung.
Alice looked around warily. “Would a wolf attack a horse?”
“Not a wolf on its own. A pack in the winter, who are hungry, yes, they would.” He tapped the string of his bow that rested over his chest. “But do not fear. They are well-fed in the summer, and I have this. I will not let a wolf harm you, Brave Flower, or Faith.”
She nodded. “I believe you.”
He turned and continued north.
Alice studied his broad back, strong shoulders, and long sleek hair. Mahpee was a fine figure of a man, powerful and agile, big and strong. It was clear he was clever and skilled, too. He’d learned another language, her language, and seemed to know everything about the wilderness.
But when he left again…later…and she was all alone in the cabin, then what?
She tried to push that worry aside. Her mother had always told her to try to enjoy the moment. And right now, riding past a huge swathe of pink and white wildflowers with a blue-winged bird fluttering beside them, life seemed all right, more than all right. She was enjoying herself.
A sense of calm came over her. She was aware of Faith relaxing, too, as if she sensed the change in Alice’s previously tense body.
Alice smiled and patted her neck. Mahpee had been right, this was a good way to feel at one with a horse. Though what it would be like at a gallop, she had no idea. Well, it would be bumpy, she guessed that.
They came to a gap in the trees. A huge meadow stretched before them. An assortment of grasses swayed in the breeze, creating long silk scarves of shimmering movement.
“This is pretty,” she said, sensing they’d arrived.
“Ah, there is more.” Mahpee leaped from Ouray, landing softly. He reached for her waist and tugged her down.
She landed with a soft gasp, her hands wrapped around his hot, hard biceps. Fingertips resting over the thin leather bands circling his upper right arm.
“You will see,” he said with a grin, the corners of his eyes creasing. He didn’t have paint on his face today.
Alice had no idea what he meant. She did hope it wasn’t another bear she’d come to see, though, or a wolf or lion. Whatever it was, Mahpee was pleased with himself.
“This way.” He tugged her away from the horses who’d already dipped their heads to graze. “Go softly.”
He held her hand, his big fingers folded around hers. She often felt small standing next to men, but Mahpee even more so.
They waded into the knee-deep grass.
“Why?” She giggled.
“You will see.” He held his other hand out, as if ready to catch something. “Like this.”
And then the meadow around them came to life. A fluttering burst of orange as a hundred butterflies, more, a thousand, rose into the air. Every step they took sent a new wave of the tiny insects upward in a magical dance, swirling and flickering. The air trembled with them in a quivering cloud.
“Wow.” She held out her hand and they flapped featherlight wings against her skin. “There’s so many.”
“Yes.” He smiled. “You like?”
“Yes. I love it.” She gazed around, feasting her eyes on the sight. Her mother would have loved to see this. Alice hoped she was with her in spirit, somehow.
They walked farther, more butterflies rising into the blueness of the sky. “Where are they going?”
“They will return; this is their home, for now.”
“And then where?”
“They will follow their own paths. The way we all must.”
Alice stopped. She’d never imagined to be on the path she’d found herself on.
“What is it?” Mahpee released her hand and put his palms on her shoulders.
She liked their weight and heat. “Thank you, for showing me this…and for being here.” She stared into his dark eyes. “It’s so very beautiful.”
His jaw tightened. “Not as beautiful as you are, Brave Flower.”
“You think I am beautiful?”
“More than any other woman I have ever seen. More than any butterfly or bird.”
A strange swelling sensation filled her chest, and her eyes prickled. “Mahpee.”
“I said I would care for you, and I will.” He moved his hands from her shoulders up to her neck, his fingers catching in her hair. “I do not wish for you to ever get one scratch or bruise or moment of pain, hunger, or sorrow.”
His eyes flashed with such determination, such truth, that Alice could resist no longer.
She went up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. She closed her eyes, lost to the sensation of his closeness and his touch.
He slid one hand to the back of her skull and cradled her head possessively. His grip increased, and he hugged her closer, their bodies coming into alignment.
Alice moaned softly and parted her lips.
His warm tongue peeked in, searching for hers.
The kiss intensified, and her heart rate increased, sending heat over her entire body.
Somewhere she had the thought that Chochmi kissed better than white men, than Dan, but then it was gone and she could think only of Mahpee and being in his arms.
He pulled back. “Brave Flower?”
“In answer to your question yesterday, Mahpee.” She paused. “Yes, I think you are a very handsome warrior.”
He stroked the back of his index finger down her cheek then over her chin. “That pleases me.”
He nodded, and then his mouth was on hers again.
Alice fell into the kiss this time, sliding her hands around his warm shoulders and gliding over the wide expanse of smooth skin. She wanted to get closer to him. It was as if she couldn’t get close enough. Would she ever get enough of the new man in her life?
Their tongues tangled. He tilted his head, deepened the kiss, and groaned softly.
Alice moaned, too, absorbing every inch of his body that connected with hers—his solid chest, thick strong arms, and the bulge in his groin that butted up against her stomach.
He was hard.
She withdrew, breathing fast and shallow. Mahpee wanted her body. That much was clear. Would he just take it? Push her down to the meadow floor and drive his cock in? Would she want that?
He released her and adjusted the leather bands around his biceps. He didn’t bother hiding the wedge of flesh evident through his pants.
“We should go to the cabin,” she said.
“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His eyes narrowed. “I thought you wanted to kiss.”
“You didn’t scare me. And I did want to kiss you.” She paused. “I liked it.”
“So did I.”
She was silent as she looked around. The butterflies were thinning now.
“So why must we go?” he asked.
“We have seen this beautiful sight, and thank you. I will never forget it.”
He nodded and stared at the ground, his mouth tugged into a downward curve.
“Mahpee.” She clasped his hand. She hated seeing him crestfallen, thinking he’d done something wrong. When in truth it was clear he was a kind and gentle soul.
She took a deep breath. “Will you stay with me tonight, Mahpee? At the cabin?”
He snapped his head up. “Stay?”
“I don’t want to be alone.”
He nodded. Once. A quick up and down of his head.
“Does that mean you will?”
“If you do not wish to be alone.”
She turned his hand over and stroked the lines that mapped his palm. “I said that wrong, it is not just that I don’t want to be alone, I want you to be with me. I’d miss you if you left me now, Mahpee.”
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Saturday, 12 September 2020